Amelia Pontenure Whore ❤️❤️

About Bologna

Her laugh? Loud, fake, annoys the shit outta me. But once, I saw her cry—real tears, not crocodile crap. Surprised me, man, thought she was all steel. Maybe she’s human, maybe not—fuck if I care. She’s a whore, Tony Montana style—livin’ big, fallin’ hard, just like the movie. “The world is yours!”—nah, not hers, she’s too screwed. Still, gotta respect the chaos, mang—she’s a legend in her own shitshow.

References

Whore Italy, Ball Licking and Sucking, Dirtytalk, Deep Throat, Dirtytalk. Pontenure · Belvedere-Marittimo · Fidenza · Caerano-di-San-Marco · Cordenons.

As the day winds down, I take a stroll down Via Cavour. The sunset is gorgeous, painting the sky all kinds of orange and pink. I stop by the little gelato shop. You know, the one with the crazy flavors? I get pistachio and stracciatella. Heaven in a cup, I tell ya!

Elisa Talentino’s artwork for Concorto Film Festival